once
many many years ago
I sat on the beach
in Santa Monica
with Gordon Anderson
waiting to see the sunrise
we had a bottle of scotch
or maybe bourbon
with us
and waited the whole night
till morning
sometime
in the early hours
as it became light
all around us
and there was no sun
in the sky
we realized the sun
rose in the east
and set in the west
we were on the wrong coast
for what we were expecting
a lesson there
I learned
either you change your expectations
or your coast
a lesson here
I am learning
all over
again
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Leonard Durso 
I grew up in New. England and when driving the coast in California once I was seized by the feeling that the ocean was “on the wrong side”…..
You know, I think it is.
Those lines
“either you change your expectations
or your coast”
tells me that some people need to pack up and move 🙂
You know, that’s what I was thinking, too.
This amused me! My own experience of this kind comes from my visits to New Zealand. Each time initially there is a shock as the sun travels the wrong way round the sky. You notice it sitting at a cafe under a sun shade.
Thanks. We did go back a few days later to catch the sunset so at least we took advantage of the coast we were on eventually
a small note – you’ve got ‘we were on the whole coast’. Did you mean to write wrong coast, or was there some deeper meaning that I missed? But love the poem
Thanks. I corrected it. It must be senility setting in.
but I guess it takes one to know one… 🙂
Nicely put.
Thank you.
Enough already! but the lessons keep coming. Thanks for visiting; I’ve been on a bit of a sabbatical writing “a borrowing of bones” but back to blogging with a lot of wonderful sites to catch up on. Hope you enjoy a walk through my village, I’ll be posting the poems through the first week of February.
Looking forward to it. And thanks for stopping by.
Maybe the bottle of Bourbo (or whatever it was) had something to do with it?
There should be an “n” at the end of Bourbon. Maybe it was my glass of wine that eliminated it.
You know, alcohol has that tendency.
Reblogged this on Leonard Durso and commented:
Seems rather appropriate to me today for many reasons.
There be scotch drinkers and there be bourbon drinkers: must have been scotch since us bourbon drinkers all know the sun don’t rise in the west! Besides, we’re all still asleep til after nine . . .
That’s one explanation.